She curls around her face with her hand, as she leans in, cupping her head, wanting so badly to sink down with her like this. Comfortably close and alone. Drape about her like she so often did, feel their skin as close as possible, know at long last the only comfort she has imagined these long days: hearing Magni's heart beat steady below her ear.

( There isn't much stopping her, truth be told, just that this belly has made it a sure thing that if she falls over it takes a good deal of effort to get back up again. )

Rather she looks down at her, it might just be the next best thing. "My Ishq, so do you." More than once, for all they might be understood beyond their own quarters, Magni was ever the more even tempered one of them.